Girltime at the Hideaway 2
by Sabrina G. Langton

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Here is a story that has been running through my head for over a decade, ha, imagine, don't I need room for other, more important things? Like, um, politics, directions, and appointments I keep missing... Oh well, maybe not. I finished this over a year ago, and it wasn't working for me... I read, I tried, I changed, and then I gave up... pop. Then I had an epiphany, yes an epiphany.... I read it as a Television show, episodic, with a slight laugh track, and it worked. It totally worked for me, I hope it works for YOU as well. So here is Episode 2 of Girltime... I hope YOU like it...

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Episode 2

I loved being out on a date. We took three separate cars.

Ross held my waist as we entered the movie theater, my thin corsetted waist. I could tell Misty and Chan were happy that we were getting along. We walked into the theater and took over an entire row, every couple had their own love seat.

Ross leaned over, "I haven't been out on a date in a long time, I'm glad it's with someone so beautiful." I didn't know what to say, I wasn't used to compliments, so I just smiled. My new whitened teeth probably glowing in the darkened theater.

The movie was your average romantic comedy and I loved it. Ross slipped his arm around my shoulders halfway though and I eased into him a little. I felt his hand on the bare skin of my shoulders, it was nice.

I have always wanted to do this. I have always wanted to be the girl on a date, snuggling with her boyfriend. I was suddenly proud of the big breasts that Misty and Chan gave me, I kept getting admiring glances from men walking next to us. They all gave me eye contact and smiles as they walked up the stadium stairs. Ross was having trouble himself keeping his eyes on mine. After the movie he held my hand and lifted me up, my lips were so close to his, I had to stop myself from leaning in and kissing him.

Chan and Mitchel said goodnight taking Misty and her husband with them. Ross and I stood by ourselves in front of the theater. I was hoping he wasn't planning on leaving me too soon, he still kept on glancing at my breasts and I wanted to show them off some more.

"It's still early," He said, "Would you like to go somewhere? I know a nice place a couple of blocks away."

I almost blurted out WOULD I? But I just demurely smiled and shook my head. We ended up walking the three blocks to a small Mediterranean restaurant with tiny tables.

Everyone greeted Ross like a rock star, and he knew every customer in the restaurant. He introduced me as his friend and we took a quiet table in the back. It seems they loved having a local chef stop by. I was learning more things about him by the second.

He was being so nice to me and giving me all types of attention. I was having a wonderful time eating off of little dishes. He had me eating out of his hand, literally.

"Ross?" An older couple walked over to our table. "My, my, my I haven't seen these eyes in forever." The woman said. "And who is this lovely thing?"

Ross and I stood up, he was excited to see them. "Sabrina, this is my friends Ramesh and Pavani Vasa. And this of course is Sabrina." They both took my hands, they were dark and had slight British sounding accents.

"Vasa? Like the Vasa Gallery?"

"That's us." Ramesh beamed. "You know of our little haven?" He was being so charming, the Vasa Gallery was beautiful and so immense and I was sure I had seen them before.

"Oh," I smiled. "I love it there. I go ALL the time."

They laughed and were quite happy Ross was with an art lover. We invited them to sit with us, even though it was a tight squeeze.

I was interested in art and had been an art major in college. I also knew a little too much about the gallery it was right near UCLA and I would drop in as my male self when I was supposed to be going to class or studying.

"My favorite is the Leo and Diane Dillon paintings and woodcuts. I could stay in that wing for hours." I told them. They seemed slightly impressed that a young 'girl' knew so much about the two artists, who were popular so long ago. I could name and describe every piece of Dillon art they had, I had been there so much.

Pavani said, "We are selling much of our stock to make room for some new acquisitions, the weird section in the back is the first to go."

"The outsider art?"

"You know of them?" Pavani pulled a catalog of paintings out of her bag and showed me the ones she was selling. When she showed me the prices I asked if they were the starting bid for the auction.

"Oh, no," Ramesh told us. "Our salesman tells us that is a good price, but they did sell very quickly, we are just waiting for checks and money to come in."

"I would raise the price maybe three hundred percent or more, on all of them," I told them. I knew my outsider art especially Daniel Johnston and Wesley Willis, and they had plenty of them for sale. "Those artists are gone. Johnston and Willis were so great there will never be anyone like them ever again." I was pretty passionate. "Maybe you should sell them to knowledgeable buyers in Chicago or Texas, something sounds wrong to me."

"Mmm, we will have to check," Pavani told us then gave a confused look at her husband, "I will talk to Linda the accountant first thing in the morning."

We said goodnight after we finished our drinks and they told me they would check the prices with a couple of different galleries too, just to be sure. They would have to get it revalued by the right people before the money comes in.

"Goodnight, nice meeting you."

***

"Wow," Ross said as we walked back to the car. "I didn't realize you were an art expert. Misty told me you worked in computers."

I clutched his hand a little tighter as we walked. I giggled, "I have lots of special powers." I think I was flirting.

"Ooh someone is getting more interesting and mysterious." He then stopped and turned to look at me. His hand went to my face and I felt him lean toward me. He kissed me in front of a Crunch Fitness storefront. There were over a hundred stationary bicycles watching us through the window, a third were occupied. I suddenly realized I was receiving my first kiss. I moved closer to him as his lips reached for me again and my hand went on his chest. It was a wonderful moment, I couldn't wait to call the girls tomorrow and tell them unless someone on one of the bikes told them first.

Ross was happy I took car service to The Hideaway and he could drive me home. I made sure of it. I felt incredible as I sat crossing my legs under his watch. He seemed happier than when we first met, and I couldn't wait for another kiss when we said goodnight.

*

The house was empty but I felt funny having him come in. I would have to clean it out before explaining too many of my and Lillian's items. I would have to reopen the side door that led directly into my room on my side of the house so I could avoid the rest.

He walked me to the door, it was quite late.

"Here I am," I said. I was quite nervous, a man had never walked me to my door before. I took out my key and Ross opened it for me. I turned to him and I smiled as the door creaked open. He leaned into me and we kissed, I was so excited. Just a little kiss on the lips, it was nice. I felt my body against him, my new boobs pressing against his chest. I wasn't ready for it but I started to have an orgasm. A man was making me cum in my tight panties, I didn't know where I was for a couple of seconds.

I then wondered, did Misty and Chan think I was perfect for him or he was perfect for me? His hands then went on my waist and he kissed me again, my mouth was open a little more. I was still in a daze with my eyes closed, as he pulled back and started talking to me.

My eyes got wide, and he asked again. "Would you like to go out tomorrow, shopping? I know a great market."

"Um, okay."

He looked at his watch. "Eight or is that too early?"

"Um, okay." I don't remember walking into the house.

***

I wanted to call one of the women to ask what to wear to a market, what the heck is a market anyway. I woke up at six to get ready. I decided on my long white skirt and matching top. With my breasts glued on I wanted to show them off, while going braless. The top was cropped and showed off my tight belly. It was more of a tube top with big ruffled straps, very feminine. The skirt was long and tiered, made of thin cotton and reaching my ankles. I put on four-inch chunky sandals and had a big straw bag. My hair was brushed and parted in the middle looking nice and long, just showing a pair of light blue round earrings. I painted my twenty nails to match.

I was at my new vanity, it was a gift to myself and it was beautiful. It was reclaimed wood stained white and had three flexible mirrors, it was something that I never had the nerve to buy for myself before, how would I explain it. But here I was fixing my mascara and putting on my dark red lipstick. I looked like I was having more fun than usual, hopefully, Lillian and Chester would stay away the rest of the weekend.

My phone started to ring. "Hello?"

It was Chan, "So you scored another date, you vixen."

"I did," I giggled, "We are going shopping to a market, I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be nervous, have fun. Ross goes there all the time he picks up items for the restaurant. It's a little dusty wear a hat, haha."

So of course, I did. A wide-brimmed straw one.

*

I was waiting outside for Ross to appear. I waved to a couple of confused neighbors walking their dogs. I'm sure they were wondering who the woman in white was, I hope they get used to her, to me.

When Ross arrived he made me model my outfit for him. I made him take pictures so I could send them to the girls, I hoped they would approve. I was loving showing off my body in the form-fitting skirt.

The market was very busy when we arrived. Ross knew everyone and he introduced me to more people than I have ever met in my life. All the vendors with food had us try some. I was eating things that I never even heard of, but I didn't care I would eat anything. You never knew when the greatest thing would pass through your lips. Haha.

We stayed and walked around the entire morning. We started to head back, first stopping at The Hideaway. I met the head chef for the first time, Marcos. He was a large Greek man, probably in his late forties. He was very excited with whatever Ross procured for him. He promised to cook something special for me the next time we were in the restaurant.

I did feel a little dusty in my white outfit and asked Ross to take me home to change.

"I love you in this, you are exquisite." He grabbed me and we kissed again. This time I put my arms around his neck and drew him closer, I wanted to show him I was enjoying his lips on mine. Being in his presence was making my panties very wet and he was treating me so nice, which was enhancing my excitement. I was just hoping my skirt didn't show it. It was so tight, light and thin.

His phone started ringing, interrupting our make-out session. "Hi, yes, she is with me now. Okay, see you soon." He smiled at me. "The Vasa's want us to visit."

"Ooh, I'm am up for that." I patted myself off, imagining the dust rise, and we drove a couple of blocks to my favorite gallery.

***

"Sabrina, welcome back." Pavani said laughing as she grabbed my hands. "Beautiful blue." She said looking at my long nails.

Her husband Ramesh walked out and ushered us into the center of the gallery. It was a huge space full of modern and recent art. I spun around taking it all in, to me, a gallery was something you put on like a big blanket, not just for looking at but immersing in. Like jumping into. We walked into the back where the jewels were. The galleries of the Dillions and the outsider art, always my favorite. I have been to so many galleries in New York and most in the LA area, but this was my favorite place.

The Dillion's art always reminded me of my parents. They were both big science fiction fans and read constantly. They were older than most of my friends' parents and stayed home more and just read... and ate. We ate very well. Both of my parents were also wonderful cooks.

Leo and Diane Dillion painted covers for a lot of science fiction classics that my parents read. I would study all the covers. I took pictures and scanned them, I have a huge folder filled with book covers on my computer. Once I had some extra money I would fill the missing holes in my library, buying them on Amazon and eBay or the local bookstores. I have an impressive collection. I never thought I would ever see an original cover artwork in person, until I walked into the Vasa Gallery.

"The first time I walked into the gallery, I was so unprepared for the artwork that I knew so well, I lost my breath, I sat on that bench for an hour." I pointed to the long wood bench near the glass doors. I shrugged and scrunched up my face, and they all smiled at me. I probably sounded a little obsessed again like I did the night before.

Ramesh spoke, "Sabrina I wanted to tell you... you were correct with the pricing on the cataloged items. We had them revaluated and, I hate to say, we fired the salesman. He had been with us for over two years."

"Really, did you find out why?" Ross looked up surprised.

"No, but we think he was reselling our stock. We checked into some of the older paintings he sold for us. All of them were underpriced." He shrugged then grabbed my hand. "Now we have you, thank you. You have saved us hundreds of thousands of dollars, we hope." He laughed as Pavani came over and hugged me, she steered me to one of my favorite spots in the world. I felt the climate and atmosphere change as we drifted to the back.

"I am so glad you love our little oasis." Pavani told me as we went through the bigger glass doors.

The back part of the gallery was always dark and quiet. It had four huge Dillon woodcuts and over a dozen book jacket paintings. There were even some pencil drawings and exercise doodles strewn around. They were beyond beautiful. One of the jacket paintings called 'Strange Wine' is my favorite. An elf with a large glass of red wine, cheering to me as I smiled at her. She was surrounded by some of the characters from the book. A collection of stories by my parents' favorite author, Harlan Ellison. Another LA resident. Subconsciously I think that's what led me here to LA from New York. Misty and Chan, Ross and the Vasa Gallery. I started to tear up like always as I got closer to it. Part of the painting was the author's face, his hair an array of trees. It was perfect, beautiful, and filled me with lovely memories of my parents and the recently deceased author, and of course of nights reading all those wonderful stories.

Ramesh and Pavani stood around me as I quietly looked at the painting. "This is definitely my favorite, I'm glad it will always be here." I sniffed, I had my fingers on my lips, as they listened to me.

Pavani patted my back, "Well it's not here for long." I turned and looked at her, my heart suddenly sank. "It's yours."

"What?" I didn't hear her, I was getting cloudy as Ross stood next to me for support.

"We want you to have it, as a thank you. No one will love it as much as you do. It will make us very happy if you accept our gift."

I then started to really cry, I didn't even have any words but I told them, "Then everyone else in the world won't be able to see it."

She laughed, "Then invite them over, ha. I love that you are thinking about everyone else in the world." She hugged me as a man took it off the wall and wrapped it up in paper, and it then sat on the back seat of Ross's car. I don't really remember much. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.

Ross was now driving us back to his house for lunch, smiling the entire way. The painting enjoying the ride behind me.

***

We were standing in Ross's kitchen, it was huge and had an incredible view of the landscape and pool in the backyard. He gave me a quick tour and we ended up outside.

"Do you want to go in the pool?" He asked me. "I'm sure we could come up with something to wear.

I did but I knew I couldn't, my breasts would definitely not hold up under scrutiny or water. "No maybe another time, but I do feel kinda dusty maybe I'll wash up."

He led me upstairs. "You know I still have all of Jennifer's clothes in her room, I never got rid of anything. Misty says I'm just lazy, but, I don't know."

We walked into her room, it was like she was still there. "Maybe I'll just use the bathroom."

“Well at least look in her closets, please, take something, you will look amazing in everything.” He said. He kissed me on the cheek, gave me a warm smile, and told me, “I’ll make us some drinks, come downstairs when you are ready.”

I wandered around, it seemed kind of strange to be snooping in my date's, deceased girlfriend's bedroom. It felt like a Lifetime movie moment. I then sat on the bed looking through one of Jennifer's many photo albums. She was beautiful, tall, had short hair, impeccable taste, long legs, and no boobs whatsoever. Ross's dead girlfriend. I got a chill thinking about her, I'm sure she didn't like that I was nosing around.

I got up to look through her clothes, I wasn't going to put on anything but I felt like it was some kind of test for Ross, to see if he was ready to put her memory to rest. Maybe now was the time to let her go. Her dresser mirror was full of pictures, she was very popular, she looked like she had lots of friends. I was surprised she didn't get along with Misty and Chan, they were tough but they were the nicest women I had ever met. I started thumbing through more of the pictures under the frame of the mirror. She was a singer and a waitress? I couldn't really tell. She had a pretty full life, it's so sad she was gone.

I was then looking in her drawers, she had so many garter-belts and even a couple of corsets and panties. A girl with my kind of tastes. I then checked the bottom draw, I found so many unopened packages of pantyhose and stockings, it was full of them. Noone has this many nylons unless she was a, wait, no, no way.

"Shit, what the hell. Jennifer is a TRANNY!"

I looked again at her pictures around the mirror, of course, she was a CD or a drag queen. She loved to take pictures of herself in every one of her outfits, she loved stockings and heels... she loved to show off... she loved to flaunt her femininity... she was more like me than I realized. I noticed that even her friends were probably drag queens.

"Shit, why didn't this come up in the conversation," I said to myself. No wonder Misty said to let it play out and not tell Ross I was transgender, now I understood, he already knew. I was upset, I felt like I was being played by the only friends I had. They all knew. I thought I was finally passing, what a joke I must have been to them. What kind of special project was I anyway.

I slammed the pantyhose draw and ran down the stairs in my heels. Ross must have heard me, he was moving to the bottom of the stairs. I was so angry and embarrassed, I couldn't even look at him. "Jennifer was a queen? When were you going to tell me?" I ran to the door.

"Wait, Sabrina." He held my arm. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm leaving. Don't follow me." I started to cry, I was outside on the steps.

"Please, let me explain. Please Sabrina come back."

I pulled away from him again. He called to me. "Then let me at least drive you home."

I was moving I had to get away, I had to think.

He started to run after me I was in the middle of his street, causing all sorts of drama. "Ross, stop following me, I don't want to talk about this." I started to jog as fast as I could in my heels. I cut through a lawn and ended up around the corner. I sat on a low cement fence surrounding a neighbors lawn. "What the hell, why am I so upset?" I whispered to myself while shaking.

I decided to call an Uber just as a man and a woman asked if I needed help. "No thank you," I said as composed as I could. I felt more dusty than ever.

***

I was in my room laying face down on my couch. Thank god Lillian wasn't here. My phone had been dinging constantly. I wouldn't touch it.

"Sabrina?" I heard a woman outside the house. "Sabrina, let me in." Misty was here. I couldn't look at her, I felt like such a fool. I looked even worse. After three excrutiating long minutes of ringing and knocking, I went to the door. I was wearing my top and panties, everything else was strewn somewhere in the house.

I opened the door.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened?" I let her walk past me and we ended up back in my room. "Tell me what happened."

I plopped into my chair, I don't know why I was so freaked out, I had my hands over my eyes. "I found out Jennifer wasn't ALL girl," I told her as I looked up. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Jennifer! Who cares about her, why are you even thinking about that?" She didn't seem angry at me just a little startled. "Ross told me you ran out of his house and didn't come back, we were worried more than anything. Next time ANSWER your phone, don't ever do that to me again."

I felt bad now, I got up and she held me. "I'm sorry." I sniffed. "I thought I was passing so well as a girl, now I realize everyone is just playing along."

She pulled back to look at me. "You, my dear... are crazy. I need a drink."

I opened a bottle of wine and remembered the Dillon. "Oh no, I left my painting in Ross's car. Oh, God, I hope he still lets me hostess at the Hideaway, he probably hates me now."

Misty shook her head as she picked up her phone. "Ross? Get over here now and fix this."

***

Misty made me get dressed and she scolded me, while she fixed my makeup. "We are all your friends," She told me, "You are too used to Lillian fucking with you, you have to trust people. Tell me you will trust me."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I trust you. I was being dramatic. It was just such a surprise."

I looked up and heard Ross at the front door. I had such a weird feeling in my chest.

"In here," Misty called.

Ross stuck his head in first. "Hi. Can I come in?"

Misty shook her head. "Of course you can. You know you two are perfect for each other. You are both so weird."

Ross brought in my painting. I couldn't give him any eye contact. I made him rip it open to show Misty. After letting me show her all the details she got ready to leave. "I have a husband I have to be with. Now work this out or I will never talk to either of you again." She gave us both a point of her finger and then she was gone.

I felt a little sheepish. He made me stand up and said, "I'm sorry. We were thinking, we were going to discuss this," And he lightly touched my top above my breasts, "all together one night, you know, when we got drunk."

"We can get drunk now."

"We can." And then he kissed me. It lasted a long time. I ran my long nails through his hair.

***

We ended up on my couch finishing the wine. "I like this." He told me.

"The wine or hanging out?"

"Both." And we laughed. He made me get onto his lap. He pushed the hair out of my face. "I'm sorry about this afternoon, I won't keep any more secrets from you. Misty told me I have to throw all her stuff out."

I suddenly didn't care about Jennifer anymore and put MY tongue in HIS mouth this time. It was what I was focused on, what I had been staring at. I love making out with him I felt like a teenager. When his hand went to my boobs I chuckled. "I'm sorry but they aren't real."

"Ha, I don't care they still feel amazing and they are still attached to a beautiful woman. One that I can't stop thinking about."

I was enjoying him rubbing my body, I had on a short light blue dress, it was thin and my boobs were showing through the fabric. He caressed them, I could tell he was loving it, his cock was so hard and pushing into me. Jennifer had no breasts in her pictures, I wonder what he loved. Maybe he loved large ones. Misty always made me wear C cup or even D. I loved big breasts, they were one of my favorite things about dressing up.

He then started kissing them through the dress. I don't know what happened but I felt an electrical charge run through my body. I had never felt this before. A man was fondling and kissing my boobs, nothing could be better. I suddenly started breathing irregularly and I held his head against my bosom, hugging him tightly. I slipped my long fingers under my pantyhose, and inside my panties, I started to rub myself. I held onto Ross with my other hand as he played with my breasts. I started to cum. It was even more intense than last night.

"Oh my god, Ross, oh..." It felt amazing, I barely touched myself and I was cumming. I put one of my long fingers with my long nails to my lips and took a little bit of my cum into my mouth, he smiled as he watched. I ran my long nails through his hair, we were nose to nose looking into each other's eyes I was loving all the attention he was showering me with. I finished my orgasm but I still couldn't catch my breath.

Ross looked at me with a huge smile on his face. "That was a surprise."

We then made out some more, I wanted him to feel as sensual as I did. I slipped off his lap, feeling the marvelous glow of my orgasm. The cum was sliding around my panties making me all sexy and squishy.

I leaned into him and asked as sensuous as I could. "Can I take this out to play?" While rubbing his manhood with my hand. He smiled and I swear he grew three inches. I unzipped him with my long nails and he moved up, I brought his pants down. I started rubbing him through his briefs and then wantonly slid his cock out into the open. It was the first time in years I had a cock in my hand other than my own. He was so huge and hard, I was impressed, he was at least four times larger than my little 'clit.' Ross was all man and he was all mine.

The discovery of Jennifer was just a distant memory in my mind but I felt like I learned something today. I felt like I was maturing, finally growing up, it was a nice warm feeling.

We kissed lightly as I played with his dick, I wanted to do this right, it was our first time. I started rubbing against it with the palm of my hand as his hands went to my breasts again. "You are so hard," I told him like he didn't know. "I love playing with you, I love playing with something this hard," I whispered, I was trying to be flirty and sexy but I knew I was probably sounding like a naive teenage girl. I would have to learn some better banter. I would have to ask Chan.

I looked up at him as he was touching my face and smiling at me when suddenly he tensed. I knew he was going to cum. I knew I was going to love it. I started jerking him off a little faster as his hands went into my hair. He was pulling me to him as he lightly pulled my hair, my real blonde hair. My face was rubbing against his, my hair was in his mouth.

"Sabrina, that feels so great, I'm gonna cum." I started pushing and massaging his cock, I felt like such a young girl. I was loving this. "Ahh..." He moaned as he started spurting jism on my dress and pantyhose. I leaned into him, I rubbed his cock against me, the cotton of my dress now taking all his sperm, I wanted it all on me. Next time I wanted him in my mouth.

We kissed hard again as I cleaned his cock with my blue dress. I was giggling I felt so good, so sensual. My eyes closed and my voice felt like it had gone up another octave. "Mmm, Ross, I don't want to let you go." And I didn't, we stayed like that into the night and we both came again.

We heard Lillian and Chester come home, we stayed quiet, I was glad they didn't mention his car, I was glad they didn't call for me. We smiled when we heard her yell when she yelled at Chester. He apologized, he was learning, it took him a long time.

I looked into Ross's eyes. I was hoping everything would be fine, life would get better. Part of me was hoping my little world didn't fall apart again.

"Ross, can you do something for me?"

"I can. Whatever you want."

And I smiled, I forgot what I wanted him to do, what I wanted to ask. I forgot that some people didn't get mad at little things, at things I asked, or at anything in general. I forgot not everyone was always angry with me.

"Ross, can you hang up my picture?" And he did. And we woke up Chester and Lillian with the light hammering. And then she yelled through the door. My world was back to normal.

"What are you doing? Don't you know it's late?"

We breathed, we let her get mad, we knew it was late. I didn't care. I let him kiss me goodnight standing in front of my new painting, Strange Wine.

"One day we will be making love in this same spot," I whispered, I didn't want anyone to hear, I didn't want anyone to yell through the door. "No more drama, no more exes, no more of anything, just us, and our future orgasms."

And he laughed, he shook his head and kissed me again. Little did he know I wasn't kidding.

***

The End of Episode 2 (Stay tuned for Episodes 3 & 4... and maybe more)

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Girltime at the Hideaway (Episode 3)
by Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Here is the next Episode of 'Girltime' with Sabrina, Misty, and Chan. Sabrina gets ready for her new career, and tries to make the most of her sabbatical. But first, there is music, ha... there is always music... I hope YOU like it...

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Episode 3

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"Hmmm, nine and a half." Dusty Springfield was playing. She was always a nine and a half.

'I don't know what it is that makes me love you so
I only know I never want to let you go'

My closet was so organized, dresses on the left, skirts in the middle, and tops and blouses on the right. My shoes were in their original boxes lined up along the floor. I wish I had more room, I wish I had a closet with windows. Mmm, I would love that, In my next life, I am having windows.

'Cause you started something, oh, can't you see?'

The week was going to be so busy, busy. But I didn't care I had on music, I had speakers all over my room, all over my house. One button on my laptop and I could access them all.

'That ever since we met you've had a hold on me
It happens to be true, I only want to be with you'

I set it up last summer, gave me something to occupy my time while the wife, Lillian was hanging with the boyfriend, Chester. But now I was busy, busy, with no time for unimportant things only time for friends, only time for Ross, Dr. P., more exercise, my new job, and of course, Susan, who wanted me to come into the lawyer's office. She wanted to have lunch and go over some things, I couldn't wait.

I wore a smart black turtleneck and a gray skirt with matching sandals. Chan, from the salon, told me not to wear pantyhose with these heels. I also had on my smaller hoops, my business look was perfect but my boobs were still nice and big. I couldn't wait to check my watch, check my phone. I wanted everyone to see a busy, busy 'woman.'

*

It was quite quiet for a Monday afternoon.

"Hi, anybody here?"

"Come in." Susan was waiting for me in her office. "I got some good news and some great news. Do you want to get a cappuccino first or do you want it now?" She smiled.

"Cappucino then news, that's how they do it in the movies."

We went to the cafeteria and sat way in the back, away from the partners and the salmon secretarial pond. Susan laid out everything on the sticky table. "The good news first, your name will be official on the first of next month along with all of your government and state documents. Sign here, and here, Miss Sabrina Giselle Langton."

"That's so wonderful," I smiled. I was getting closer to becoming who I have always wanted to be. I was wondering how I was going to tell Lillian, but I suddenly didn't even care, and I knew she wouldn't either.

"The great news," She said as she got up and sat on her desk in front of me. "There are four bids for your software company, Jukt, one is from Apple."

"Really? I wasn't expecting such a big deal."

She stood up. "Well, it is. Thirty-five million is the highest bid, but forty-six from Apple."

"I don't want to sell to Apple, I want my employees to stay, everyone loves it there, it's a nice place to work. Apple will just absorb it and change everything." I started to panic. "Am I doing the right thing, should I just try to run it, still?"

Susan looked through her folder, she pulled out a couple of pages. "Mmm, I suggest... hmmm..." She thought. "You sell it for the thirty-five, we finish our cappuccinos, then you move on to the next venture."

"Done."

***

When Tuesday came, I was all sorts of excited, about my first day as a Hideaway hostess. Just one quick stop to say hello to Misty and Chan and then I would be spending the rest with Ross. I couldn't wait.

I felt fantastic, with more music, and a simple long-sleeved sweater dress, blue-gray with a geometrical pattern. The hem came just above my knees. I was wearing four-inch gray pumps and my favorite hoop earrings. I wanted to start a little on the conservative side before introducing some of my more interesting and sexy outfits. Just catching my reflection in the mirror was so intoxicating. I kept on waving to myself and myself kept waving back, didn't she know I shouldn't be distracted on my first day?

My lips were dark red matching my long nails, it was my only little sexy indulgence. Well, the only thing that people could see. I was just another 'woman' getting ready for work, that's all, no big deal. I still smiled continuously at myself in the mirror, I was beyond happy, and then... I wasn't.

"What are you rushing around for?" I forgot Lillian was home and I made the mistake of making coffee. She was coming in from the porch. "And why do you look like a fucking school teacher?"

"I'm going to work," I told her. I didn't want to tell her, it just came out. I felt it was the wrong thing to say, but it was too late, I didn't have coffee yet.

"You are not going to work like that, I know everyone at your company. I don't want them to see you dressed up like some fucking sissy. Stay home!" She was scrutinizing my outfit, but I knew it was perfect, I checked with the girls last night.

"Um, I got a hostess job at a restaurant."

"You what?" She stood there looking at me like I was crazy. "You got to be kidding me... a hostess, shit. I thought you were taking a break, you said you needed this sabbatical. Now you are working as a hostess? What are you fucking kiddin' me?"

"It's only a couple of days a week."

"You are ridiculous, and don't let Chester see you like this, he has no respect for you as it is." She then threw the mail at me. "Here... Fuck!" I don't know why she was suddenly so interested or mad, she was probably only worried I would somehow embarrass her.

I was a little upset as I picked up the mail, but the thought of being with Ross all day superseded it.

***

"Hello welcome to The Hideaway," The very large Elaine, said that was one of the only lines I needed to utter at my job. The others were; "How many in your party," and "Follow me." I was thinking I could handle that, even highly excited in high heels. Especially in high heels.

Ross watched as Elaine trained me for my new position, I was pretty delighted. Beforehand I went across the street to just visit the women but Chan decided to re-do my hair. She parted it on the side and it met on my right shoulder, showing off my golden hoop. I looked way too cute, the girls said I was going to be very popular today and I couldn't wait to find out what that meant.

Before I trained with Elaine, I went to see the boss. I knocked and he told me to come in. I love that he stood up as I got closer. "Mr. Marler? I'm ready to work." I was shy I had my hands in front of my face, I was shifting from one heel to another.

I could tell he was a little nervous, I don't think he was expecting me to come in all shy and girlie. "Um, yes, um sit down."

It's funny how this past weekend I had his hard cock in my hands and his tongue in my mouth and now he was all business. I decided I was going to have fun with it. "I'm a little nervous sir, I'm sorry. I wish I wore something a little shorter."

"Um, no that's okay, it's short enough. Sabrina sit, relax. Do you want a drink?"

I smiled "Maybe later. Maybe two, a lot later." I stood up and walked to the other side of his desk and sat down. I crossed my legs and bit my lip. My fingers played in my hair.

He watched as I wiggled my bottom, moving his pens and papers with my ass, knocking over his empty coffee mug, making him believe I was trying to get more comfortable.

"You look so good, it is going to be hard getting anything done today." He smiled.

"Really? Is there anything I can do about it? I mean anything, sir? I'm here to please."

And then it was just us, I moved onto his lap and he was kissing me and playing with my hair. He rubbed my breasts and kissed my neck. I bounced a little on his lap wondering if he would like it and if it would make him excited. I wasn't going to leave this office without him cumming.

I kissed him, his lips, and then his mouth, it felt wonderful. I needed this in my life, I needed more positive reinforcement. "Thank you again. Thank you for letting me do this." I told him as he kissed me and I pushed down on his cock, feeling him through the thin dress. His manhood was so hard, pressing through his gaberdine and against my ass. His hand slipped under my dress and onto my pantyhose, I felt him make his way to my panties. He started rubbing me, I acted all surprised.

"Mmm, Mr. Marler do you treat all your employees this good?" I cooed in his ear as he laughed.

I rotated my ass, feeling his cock grow and throb, then he started to cum. I was so excited I made him spurt into his dress slacks. I rubbed his chest and played with his hair some more as we made out, squeaking in his chair with wheels. Now I could relax for the rest of the day. Just another Tuesday, letting the boss play with my legs and breasts.

*

I dusted myself off and headed to the front door. I felt so much more alive after being with Ross, so much more sexy, more interesting, and ready to take on the customers, and the day. The distant memory of Lillian's angst was very far behind me.

At eleven-thirty some lunch customers came in and very pregnant Elaine helped me escort them to tables. Once she was satisfied I understood the basics she left me to it. I was now officially one of the hostesses, I was more than thrilled, I had a perfect feminine job.

Soon I was quite busy, but I never got tired of smiling. I introduced myself to everyone who came in. "Hi, I'm the new girl, Sabrina, make sure you tell the bartender I am doing a great job." I would wink and smile. Everybody seemed to be having fun, having a great day. I was hoping I was making it slightly better. After lunch, it quieted down but later more people came just to sit at the bar.

While I was waiting outside, waving to the cars a man came in asking for the owner, he was carrying a cooler.

"Hi, I'm from 'Over There Brewery.'"

I looked behind him, trying to be cute, "Over there?" I pointed.

"Ha, maybe just a little further." He smiled and put down his cooler. "I was hoping to see if they would serve my beer here. I'm not doing too good today." The man told me with a sad smile. I went in first to check with Brian and then I brought the man to the corner of the bar, Misty's spot. And then left them to go back to my post.

The Hideaway was suddenly quite busy and I filled up most of the tables in the main restaurant area. I was having fun. I was completely over my nervousness, actually, I couldn't believe I was worried about meeting so many people today, everyone was so lovely. Chan and Misty came to visit me to make sure I wasn't messing up and putting people in the kitchen or the insurance office next door.

"I have been using my GPS just in case," I told them with a smile.

As they left Chan yelled from across the street. "Don't get too comfortable, there is always room for advancement, ha-ha."

*

The man from the brewery was saying goodbye to Brian and Ross, As I was erasing some of the specials we ran out of, off the blackboard outside.

"How did it go?"

He made a face, "Eh, they said they don't have another empty tap for another beer."

"Mmm. Is your beer great?"

"Ha, it is."

I wondered. "We get a lot of people in and out of here all day. Mmm, why don't you just give them a keg? I will put something on the blackboard here, I have just a little power but don't tell anyone." I shrugged. "It will be good to get the name out on the street. No?" I giggled.

"I don't know?" He said.

"It will be given away or sold and people will be drinking your beer in a popular bar, with a popular hostess, in a popular part of LA. Just a thought."

"You know what? Okay. I'll bring one over, what do we have to lose? I will put your name on it. In bright red marker." He laughed, I gave him my name. It was probably the closest thing he had to luck all day.

***

I was getting ready to go, letting the next hostess take over when I spotted a familiar face.

"How was the first day?" Pavani asked as she walked up to the front of the Hideaway.

"Better than I would have ever imagined." I smiled and hugged her. I told her Ross hung the picture, 'Strange Wine' that she gifted me, and I showed her the shot I took of it on my phone.

"Saturday we are having a party at my house, I want you to come and see all the lovely pieces I have. I want someone to come who will appreciate it, haha. Everyone else will be there for the food and drinks, haha."

"Oh my God, really?"

"Of course. You will brighten up the party, tell the boss, heh. Plus I want you to meet my two sons, I want to show them off to a pretty woman. I also have something of a surprise." She winked and waved goodbye.

***

This week I was having so much fun. I avoided Lillian and Chester as much as possible. I started using my side door of the house more, they didn't even know if I was home or not. As long as I kept the music low.

I realized all I had to do was keep the house relatively clean and full of the type of food they usually eat in the fridge, then they would leave me alone. I still did their laundry and got their dry cleaning, they kept me busy but I didn't mind. As long as I didn't have to talk to them life was so wonderful.

The next time at work, Thursday at the Hideaway I met so many more people. The bar was much more crowded than on Tuesday, it was more fun and noisier. I took a break and was invited to hang out with three men who worked next door at the Insurance office. Bill, Derek, and Hutch told me they usually came in for late lunch on Mondays and Fridays but they wanted to meet the new hostess.

"Ooh, I hope I get to meet her too. I heard so much about her." I kidded with them, I looked around.

Brian said they have been coming in for years.

While I was hovering at the bar the man from 'Over There' walked in, and I greeted him like we had known each other for years. Brian immediately hooked the tap up to his keg. My name was bright red on the top of it. Soon the six of us were drinking something hazy and bitter, it was quite wonderful.

"What do we call this beer?" Brian asked the brewer.

"Sabrina's Hazy Red IPA, of course."

Of course.

***

Saturday

Ross was all excited to be going to the Vasa's, he figured he would meet so many people who would book parties and meetings at the Hideaway. He was all ready to give prices and menu ideas, he was very happy that I let him accompany me.

"You better be nice to me or I might take Brian instead." I would then smile, I was turning into a flirt.

Friday during Girltime I told Misty and Chan about the party and they insisted I come into the salon beforehand to get ready.

I walked out of the shower at their salon in two towels, one around my hair and another around my body. They put me in a strapless beige bra, corset, panties, and nude seamless pantyhose. Chan fixed my hair giving me a high ponytail, I was nervous, I wanted my hair in my face. I realized long ago that I could always hide behind my bangs or long wig if I got nervous. I was usually nervous.

I turned left, then right looking at my ponytail in the mirror. "Chan, do I look okay? I don't know if I am comfortable showing my ugly face this much."

She stood behind me, I could see her scrunched face in the mirror. "You have got to be kidding me." She hit me on the head with her brush.

"Oww."

She then put on my makeup, paying attention mostly to my eyes. She gave me longer than-usual false lashes and a slight pink eyeshadow. I was still nervous. Misty put dangling earrings on me, they were long ovals with gold hearts at the bottom. They were very feminine. Then I was given dark pink lips, they always looked larger and plumper when I went to the salon.

Chan stood behind me. "Well? Still nervous?"

"Nope?" I was but I didn't want to tell her that. I didn't want to get hit again. I shook my head more vigorously, I wanted to see how my earrings bounced around my cheeks anyway. Then they showed me my dress and I got tense all over again. It was a strapless dark pink party dress. It matched my lips and long nails perfectly. Chan slid it up my body and zipped me up in the back. The dress was full and frilly and the hem came to a couple of inches above my knees. The top completely covered my breasts. The women put only my C-cup forms in and I looked perfect. I held onto Chan as I slipped on my five-inch nude pumps with a slight platform. I looked like I could be ready for a party.

"Should I be showing so much skin?" I asked innocently. studying my shoulders and arms in the mirror.

"Do you want me to get the brush?" Chan looked at me a little too excited, ready to start hitting me again.

"No, I'm fine."

It was now the three of us in front of the mirror, I wish I was more like them. Just glancing at them in the reflection, they had so much confidence and charisma, they were both stunning. I hope at least a little of their confidence was rubbing off on me, I wish I could bottle it and spray it on with my perfume. I would share it with everybody. I then put on a little bit of my Chanel and a squirt of breath freshener.

They were both smiling at me. "I should win an award." Chan mentioned while she fluffed my ponytail, "I turned a hostess into a diva. Make sure you fill my tip jar." She laughed as she gave me my nude clutch, filled with things she said I would need. By the time Ross came to collect me, I wasn't nervous anymore, mainly because he loved my shoulders.

***

Ross took my hand as he helped me into his car, I loved this. I loved being the passenger. I slipped in, my clutch in my lap, my legs crossed. I smiled at him, I was having fun already. Living with Lillian was so tough, actually, it was hard work. Once she discovered I was transgendered it was all downhill. She was nasty, she was arrogant, she did nothing but curse at me. She said I ruined her life but look at all the money she made while we were married. She benefitted from my business. She even met a man, someone who I assumed loved her. And not only that, I did all of the housework, and her laundry and all she had to do was pay the bills. She would never trust me with any money. Plus they had sex so much more than when I was involved, but that could have been my fault. I certainly didn't even like her anymore, I'm not even sure I ever did, she just convinced me it was time to get married. I used to be such a pushover, but now... I was going to a party.

I had to focus. I was looking at Ross, he was so handsome, he was so assured of himself, now he was stuck with me, Chan, and Misty's little project. He was getting over his deceased girlfriend and now he had to deal with me, a nervous, needy transgirl. "Ross?" I had to ask, I had to make sure I was reading our situation correctly. "Are you having fun? I mean in general."

He looked at me, he looked quite concerned that I was crazy or on the stranger side of things. Misty always told me I was weird and I was used to this look. They must compare notes with each other because it was way too similar.

"I am." He reached over and kissed me. "I think I might be having too much fun, is that a thing?"

"It is. When you are not having too much fun anymore, I want you to tell me, okay? Then I can call for some backup."

He laughed, "Okay." I thought it was a weird thing to tell him, but I wasn't kidding as we headed to the Hills.

*

Ross helped me out of the car, I gripped his hand. I stood up in my little dress and heels and felt the soft breeze on my stockings. I felt so femme, so tall, so much like a girl, what if someone realized I wasn't? What would happen if someone looked at me funny, or said something I wasn't prepared for? My mind was suddenly on overload, this was why I sometimes stayed hidden in my room.

"I have never been here before." He said as he looked over to the huge mansion, looking towards the sky.

I moved closer to him, I think as long as I was close to Ross or even Pavani I would probably be okay. Even a call to Misty from one of the secluded bathrooms would probably make me feel better. I felt better with a plan.

Suddenly he grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck, I realized that was his favorite part of me. Not my breasts, my legs, my hair. No, it was my neck, a part of my body I couldn't femininize. Thank God I was blessed with a very unnoticeable Adam's apple. I wondered if he liked Jennifer's neck as much as mine, I wanted him to love my hair, my fingers, my legs, my voice, but I had no control. Whatever he loved, he loved. Whatever he wanted to rub against or kiss was going to have to be okay with me.

The Vasa's lived in a tremendous villa in Beverly Hills, it was beautiful. Ramesh and Pavani greeted us at the door. I gave Pavani a necklace, that Misty ordered for me. It was a holograph of the moon, it was the size of a Susan B. Anthony coin. Like anyone would even remember what that was.

"Oh my, it's so beautiful." She held it up and showed the woman next to her, it was quite a wonderful necklace. I always tried to make someone happy, I wanted everyone a little happier than me. "Did you know my name means Full Moon?"

I smiled, "I did."

There was one unknown thing about me. I knew too much. Too much of nothing. I was always reading, doing research, looking up things for the sake of looking up things. I had hundreds of words that I loved in a memo on my phone. That was part of my personality. I knew so much about music, movies, art, almost anything unimportant to others. I was a wonderful conversationist if I wasn't nervous or tense or quiet. I was a great party guest if I wasn't hiding in the bathroom. I was guessing wearing heels would make me even better at all of those things, or at the least, taller.

Soon we held beautiful glasses of Cabernet and we walked around the party. There was so much artwork on the walls and statues and figurines all over the stylish furniture. It took me forever to get into the main room, Ross was totally amused as I dragged him from wall to wall. I loved art and I especially loved someone's art in their homes, the things they themselves loved and saw every day. I felt like a pain in the ass moving from piece to piece but I was excited by the decor, the smell of the food, and the handsomeness of the guests. I'm sure everyone was wondering who invited this random 'woman' with the great heels and hot boyfriend, or maybe they weren't, maybe I was just in the way saying 'excuse me' too much.

Ross knew I was having a good time and introduced me to so many people he knew, he was amazed I remembered everyone's name. I also noticed how many glances I was getting in my dress. I felt both men and women were checking me out, inspecting my outfit. I originally felt I was showing too much skin, but looking at what the other women wore, I started to feel quite conservative. I would never doubt Chan again. I made Ross take a picture of us and I immediately sent it to them. I wanted them to see how nice we looked together. I just wrote 'Thank You, You Two.' and Misty wrote back 'Don't spill anything on that dress!'

I lost Ross for a couple of minutes and ended up talking to a couple of women with nicer dresses and jewelry than mine. Their hair was so beautiful I wanted to run my fingers through it, I wanted to stick my fingers through their earrings. But then surprisingly, they complimented my hair, and also my nails, and it made me so happy. I think they were genuine and it made me feel so good. I told them about the salon, and I said to use my name, "or maybe you betta' not." They both laughed. Chan's tip jar was going to be so full the next time I saw her... then I would hide it.

I walked around the party again. I was studying some sculptures on the piano, by someone that I didn't know. I asked one of the two women close to me to hold it up so I could take a picture of the signature. I told her I was too clumsy and smiled showing her my long nails. I was enjoying myself, I felt the slight air-con on my pantyhose legs. Suddenly someone held my waist, I felt a kiss on my neck again. Ross was back and I introduced him to the two women at the piano.

"Sabrina?"

I heard Pavani calling me so we made our way over.

"I want you to meet Meghan." We took each other's hands, she was as tall as me in her heels. "Meghan works at the gallery with me."

"I love it there, you are very lucky," I told her.

"And I heard you have our 'Strange Wine' print, I would love to see where you hung it up. I'm sure it changed the whole feel of the house."

I checked my thin watch, "Well we can go now, but the security men are surrounding it. We are going to have to peer over their shoulders." We giggled and we talked for quite a while, I was liking her very much. We both had so much experience in galleries and museums. I just wished I could tell her all my stories. All my stories from New York City when I was male. Even most of the ones from California were too. I would need to get more. I skipped the part where I worked in computers and hardware.

The Vasa's and Meghan told me the names and artists of all the artwork we passed that I didn't know, and we soon ended up one floor below surrounded by even more beautiful people, more paintings, more sculptures. Some I could probably tell a little tidbit of information on but I held it in, I was getting over-excited.

We were suddenly surrounded by more guests and Pavani made us sit at a beautiful Parisian-type bar. I loved sitting on a barstool crossing my legs, just like at the Hideaway. Little things like this made me very happy. My legs looked incredible, my heels very sexy showing the pink of my toes, the hem of the dress was so flattering. I had to stop myself from rubbing my silky legs with my long fingers.

I looked up, "Have you ever had Absinthe?" Ramesh held up a bottle as I shook my head, and read the label. Ross said he had it when he visited Europe. They poured a little bit into a glass and added a drop of water and a sugar cube. "Usually we put it in this decanter, but it is just as wonderful like this.

They passed out little glasses and we raised them. "Cheers."

I took a little sip. It was wonderful, it was bitter, and I felt it travel throughout my whole body. I felt quite warm and content. Pavani watched me as I took another sniff and another tentative sip. I felt like I was in another world. Whenever I tried something new, I put my entire attention and focus on it. Just like the beer from 'Over There,' I wanted an opinion ready just in case someone asked. In my head I always gave things a score of one to ten, I was always rating things, I have done this since I was young. I made the mistake of telling Lillian I did that, and she told me to go to a Psychiatrist, she thought I was crazy. Maybe I was, but I still have a great system.

The Absinthe was a nine. The party was off the scale. Lillian? Eh.

I felt Ross's arm around me and someone was talking to me, but I had my eyes closed, I was feeling the liqueur slide down my throat making its way through my body. I imagined I could follow its descent. I was enjoying this moment immensely. I needed to feel it go through my body, my new feminine body. I opened my eyes, my lashes fluttering.

"I am guessing you like it?"

I smiled, all four of them were watching me. I didn't say anything, my eyes went up and I made a very satisfied face. I was saving this look until Ross made love to me, but it was how I felt at that moment.

Ross kissed my cheek, "When Sabrina loves something she can get easily distracted."

We made our way back upstairs, the Vasa's about to move on to other guests. Soon a younger man walked over to talk to Pavani and Romesh while we were on the steps. "Sabrina this is my son, he has something to show you."

He went back downstairs and I followed leaving the others on the steps to their own devices and drinks.

"My mother tells me you will like this." We walked into his room, it was quiet, I felt a little funny having some of the guests see me entering her son's bedroom. I could imagine they were talking about me. He then pointed above his desk. "This is a Martín Ramírez sketch, it's from 1950."

"Wow," I looked up, it was quite amazing. I had only seen these before and ones similar to it on the web, it was probably untitled and it was of a train and tunnel. I had never seen a Ramírez in real life. "It's beautiful. Can I get closer?"

"Sure, here." He gave me a little stool and I kneeled on his desk. My silky knees knocking things over. I felt a little unstable in my heels but I had to have a more intimate look. The sketch was beautiful and it was original. I loved it, my heart was beating a little faster than usual, it was the exact type of art I loved. I studied, I spied the signature, I didn't want to leave, this party was turning into something else, something amazing. No one would ever know how much fun I was having, hidden in this dark bedroom. I told him a little history about the print, about a book I once read, and even a little about the author.

He laughed as he helped me down, "You are the only one to ask for a closer look, my parents gave it to me because I love trains. They tell me it's priceless."

"It is, but more importantly is that you love it. Anything you love is priceless. Remember that should always be the priority, money and color and history are second." I smiled at him and both of us laughed. "What the hell am I talking about?" I felt the alcohol running through my body. He smiled at me and he showed me a couple of other things he had hung up, even some of his own drawings.

We went back out into the hall with people again. "Wait, Miss Sabrina, before we go up let us have a quick drink. Have you seen our bar?" Once again I was sitting on a stool, making eye contact with others, my legs crossed enjoying a drink. I had something new with sugar and Champagne. Of course, it was wonderful.

"This is my favorite part of the entire house. This bar, surrounded by windows and artwork, is where I always do my homework. And the art surrounding us is all from my parents' hometown in India."

I looked around, the artwork was so interesting, I was so comfortable here. "It's nice, I want to get a book, take this drink, and lounge on that little couch. I would soak up the sun through the window and the ambiance of the artwork." I smiled and we finished our drinks, I could easily get comfortable and assimilate very quickly.

*

I found Ross talking to some women, they were all quite beautiful. It's crazy but I never felt like I was beautiful, or cute or even attractive. Standing next to a cis woman always made me feel inferior. Being with Misty and Chan made me feel slightly better, they were always giving me compliments and always told me I was doing fine. Now here I was at this party, a party filled with friends and acquaintances, and I felt quite good about myself. My hair looked so nice and I was wearing an expensive designer dress and heels, I could see some of my reflection in a far-off mirror. I looked like a regular party guest and I was now hanging onto the arms of a man with my long pink nails, one that I had recently kissed. I was quite content. Wait... It also could be from the alcohol swirling through my system.

I was now holding another glass of red. "Thank you," I told the man in the black jacket, or was it a sculpture? Was I talking to inanimate objects now?

There was a tap on my shoulder, a tall young man was talking to me. "Hi, Sabrina?"

I smiled, I squinted, I felt so popular all of a sudden. Both Ross and the women turned around. "That's me,"

"I was asked to show you my Polaroid collection."

"Another son?"

"Heheh I am."

I kissed Ross on the lips, right in front of the beautiful women. I drew my body into him, I put my ponytail into his face, and whispered, "I will be right back, don't you move." I wanted them to know he was mine, he was taken, I waved to them as I walked away. I followed the second son. Once again we went downstairs, passed the party-goers. Once again I was sneaking into a younger man's bedroom. I was hoping people were watching, gossiping about me this time.

I looked back to see who was talking about the sneaky blonde. 'Did you see that woman in pink? She was in and out of the boys' bedrooms the entire party. Well did you get a load of her legs in that dress? She is such a flirt, and I think I saw her with a man, an older man by the way. No way. Yes, way. Look she keeps on adjusting the top of that crazy frilly dress she has on.'

I was giggling to myself as I made a fanciful conversation in my head. Here I was in another bedroom. Here I was looking once again at a wall.

Once I focused on the subdued light I was pleasantly surprised. "Oh my God." I moved closer, there were about a dozen pictures. All people I recognized. I put down my wine and bag and moved closer. "Are these taken by Patti Smith?"

"Ha, yes they are, my mother said you would know."

It was crazy how the artwork and pictures in this house were just as special and incredible as in their gallery, maybe even better. I was mesmerized, I studied every single one. The son left me alone with the pictures, I imagined being there when they were being taken, being in the background at CBGB or the Factory. Waiting for Candy Darling and a cab on The Bowery, freezing in my strapless dress. I loved Polaroids as an art form, I loved the look, the intention, even the white frame surrounding the photo.

I was about halfway down the wall when I was handed another cocktail. "Sabrina this has egg whites in it. Is that okay?"

I turned around as I was handed a frothy drink. "Um, am I in heaven right now?" I smiled, I was very happy when someone made me something. "A drink and something to view, something to learn, ha." I sipped as we looked through the rest of the pictures and I told him the names of every one of the celebrities in them. New York in the seventies, that was my major, my shtick, my modus operandi. That was what I knew better than almost anything, even more than the Dillons or outsider art. That was my hometown, the old neighborhood.

I was enjoying the drink and the pictures but I felt I was spending too much time away from Ross, I was so missing holding onto a man. I wanted to go back upstairs and act like a girl. We downed our drinks and we went back upstairs. I had to stop and look at the glare of another picture to lick the froth off of my perfect pink lips. I then felt for my tongue with my fingers, it felt like it disappeared. The other son then deposited me back where we started. I was a little unsteady.

"Hi." I put my arms around Ross's neck and held on from the back. "Mmm," I then kissed him on the shoulder. I nuzzled into him, I think I could have taken a nap.

"Hey, I missed you." He turned around and kissed me, it was nice.

I looked at his lips. "Aww, aren't you so cute?" I touched his cheek. "You are a TEN, so stop being so nice to me already."

*

The rest of the party was wonderful, I think I ate, I know I had another red wine. I suddenly knew I couldn't stand. "Ross I don't feel so good."

He deposited me on the couch and told me he would be right back. I was leaning against a huge man. I looked at him "Are you another wall?"

"I am."

I squinted, he was slightly blurry. I sniffed, I felt his arm, his chest, his nose, I squeezed him, my long pink nails were a blur. "You are a wall that talks, I am a little scared." He put his arm around me, I felt better. Ross came back with Pavani and the two of them helped me up. I said goodbye to the wall.

"Pavani that wall needs a picture."

I ended up on a bed, it was so comfortable, I was so warm. I felt a blanket go over me, I felt my silky feet rub against each other. I panicked, I opened my eyes. I saw a blur. "MY PUMPS!"

I heard Ross laugh as he rummaged. "Here you are." I took them into my hand and put them under my chin, I must of had a very big smile on my face. "Ahh, thank you, Mister." I fell asleep, right away. I dreamt I was at a wonderful party, one that smelled of leather.

*

I woke up slowly, I still had the smell of my pumps to comfort me. I was in a pale blue room, pale blue comforter, pale blue glow from the sun. I got up. I had a slight pounding in the back of my eyes. I sat on the bed, there was a man on the floor, under another blanket. I dropped my pumps just missing him. Was I still at the party? It was Ross curled up on the floor, there was so much room on the bed. I felt bad that he probably had an uncomfortable night. I climbed over him and went into the bathroom. I looked at all the art on the way. More beautiful artwork, all were from album covers, all from the seventies, I had recognized every one of them. I had to force myself away from the prints and head into the bathroom before my bladder exploded.

The blonde in the mirror still looked pretty good. Her lips and eye makeup seemed to have survived the night.

My hair was still up in the pony and still looked perfect. I got undressed and jumped into the shower. I was feeling better. I couldn't believe I drank too much, I could drink people under the table, even over the table. I had tried so many different things last night, maybe I just wasn't used to it. I started feeling bad, I hoped I didn't ruin the party. I hoped I didn't make a scene. I could just imagine calling Misty and Chan. 'Hi I made a scene, but my dress is clean.'

I put back on my bra and panties and left off the corset and stockings. Thankfully the dress slipped on without them. I fixed my makeup and put on my pumps. I slipped on my watch, it was 10:00 AM. I didn't want to wake Ross, I glanced again at the artwork and then I quietly went out the door. I was downstairs near the sons' bedrooms, it was quiet. I saw the perfect spot, the day bed next to the bar, and wished I could live there. I next tried to quietly make it up the stairs, a woman saw me and took my hand. She led me into the kitchen, I think she was my fairy godmother because she gave me coffee.

"Good morning." I turned around it was Pavani. "Are you going to another party?" She smiled looking at my dress, she didn't seem upset with me. Maybe I DIDN'T make a scene.

"Good morning, I'm sorry about last night."

"What? Sorry you had such a great time, sorry you met so many people, or sorry you made my sons very, very happy, having a beautiful woman enter their bedrooms."

"Um, all three?"

"Ha, don't be silly. There are a couple of stragglers somewhere in the house. I just said goodbye to two of them." Pavani left and came back with a long black shirt and put it around me. I went into another bathroom and changed. I was going to miss my pink dress but now I looked ready for a Sunday morning, still in my heels.

The kitchen was slowly filling up with people. Romesh, the two sons, and another two people saying goodbye and thank you.

Pavani watched me as I poured another coffee. "See you weren't the only one staying the night."

"I'm surprised, usually I can easily handle my liquor. Actually, I now work in a bar, I'm quite a professional." I giggled.

"I'm sorry Sabrina, we shouldn't have had that Absinthe drink." One of the sons said.

"Really? I made her an Absinthe sour." The other one told us.

Pavani got up and looked into my eyes. "Wait so you had three glasses of Absinthe. Stick out your tongue." I did. "No wonder you were knocked out. Boys tell her you are sorry for getting her loopy."

They did, but I didn't care, "All the drinks were so good. I just loved the frothy one. I lost all feeling on my tongue after that." I giggled.

Ross then walked in and one of the sons gave him coffee. He put his arms around me. "How are you feeling?"

"Very good." I moved into his arms.

"The boys gave their 'Art Teacher' here more of the green fairy. It is only about ninety proof. Sabrina will be back to normal in a couple of days."

"Actually after another coffee, I feel pretty good so far. Maybe we should play tennis or golf, I'm dressed for it." I smiled and stretched.

"Or go out for a champagne brunch." Pavani stood and poured more coffee.

"I'm just glad you got to sleep with your pumps." Ross laughed.

"Oh my god, me too."

*

Before we left Pavani made a call. She then handed me a number. "Call Monday. I'm am sorry about the boys, this will make up for it. You know you made quite an impression on Meghan too. The boys told me you were very interesting and that they learned quite a bit more about their art. You would make a wonderful presenter and teacher."

"Would I? Well, just seeing the Patti Smith pictures and those prints made my life so much more wonderful." I was holding onto Ross and Pavani was smiling at me. "I will never forget it, thank you so much." And I hugged her. "I would love to investigate the rest of the house."

"Well, that could be easily arranged, ha. And thank you for the present. I am wearing it," She showed me, it felt like a month ago that I gave it to her. "You know what?" She held my hand, I assumed she was studying my quick makeup job. "I was just thinking, you were so comfortable with everyone at the party, and you were so glamorous and popular. You also know a lot of information about everything, even things I didn't expect you to know about. Would you like to work at the gallery?"

I closed my eyes, did I not wake up yet? I opened them again.

"Sabrina? Are you okay, you seem a little glassy-eyed? Just nod if it's a yes."

I think I nodded.

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The End of Episode 3... stay tuned for more...

Girltime at the Hideaway (Episode 4)
by Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hi... next, just a little bit of shopping. In real life, I never, shop like this. I would love too, of course, but it never happens. Unfortunately online is the way I go. Sometimes, I will gather up the nerve and take a friend to GoodWill, a consignment store or charity shop. Sometimes I find something to love, usually a top or sweater, and it makes me quite happy for a long time, ha... I love that someone loved it before me... Oh well, I am slightly crazy. Here is the next episode and I hope YOU like it...

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Episode 4

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I had so many things to tell Chan and Misty. Another job, that's crazy. Lillian will be even more angry with me. I was so relaxed the entire ride home, I had my seatbelt on and I was tilted toward Ross. I had my cheek on the seat watching him, my eyes were half-open. I had such a good time last night, last week. Life was starting to get wonderful. I couldn't believe how things had turned out.

"Ross?"

"Mmm."

"I sold my company."

"Really? That's great. So I suppose you are going to let me give you more hours?"

I smiled, I was suddenly so tired, I watched his hands on the wheel and imagined his fingers in my hair. I looked at his thighs, they were thick and strong, I imagined they would look so sexy surrounding my body. We stopped at a light, I looked up at his eyes. "Thank you for staying with me last night."

He grinned.

We got to the front of my house too soon, my imagination was in overdrive. He helped me out of the car, I had my dress and clutch in my hand. I wouldn't be able to put my arms around his neck when he said goodbye to me. Maybe I will invite him in, make love to him.

He kissed me, it was nice, I pushed my body into his. We were making out in front of the block, in front of the people walking their dogs. His arms around me, his fingers on my strapless bra. I heard Lillian yelling behind the door, Chester must have gotten in her way. I looked at Ross, I didn't want him to meet them. I didn't want him to be subjected to their bad karma. "Tsk, please call me later.

He smiled, "I will," He kissed me again.

***

I stayed in my room, I stayed quiet, I went to sleep early and dreamt Ross stayed over.

Once Monday morning hit, I knew I was going to be busy. After Lillian left for work I slipped on shorts, heels, and a top, cleaned the house, washed the dishes, did the laundry, and then got on my phone.

"Hello, Pavani Vasa asked me to call."

"Oh, yes, Sabrina... Langton?"

"Mmm-mmm."

"I have eight tickets for fashion week at the forum, do you want me to messenger them over to you?"

Ooh, I was excited, I wasn't expecting this. "Um, I can pick them up." She gave me the address, I would go when I went to visit Susan at the lawyers, or get my prescription, or see Dr. P the therapist.

There was a sudden commotion at the front door, my heart dropped, Lillian was home. I heard her make her way through the house. She was yelling and cursing, just a regular day for her.

There was a banging on my door. I didn't want to open it, life was too good to have to deal with the avalanche I call Lillian. "Hi, what's the matter?"

She looked at me, she was annoyed. "Where the fuck did you put my laptop?"

"Um, I didn't move it."

"And what the fuck are you wearing?" She was looking at me, she was pressing my boobs, "You are so ridiculous."

I was in a crop top and shorts, denim shorts, they were very tight, my crotch looked perfect in these and my ass cheeks were hanging out. My belly was showing and the top of my forms were peering out. I knew I looked pretty sexy, I shouldn't have been presenting so much cleavage to talk to Lillian, I wasn't prepared. I walked out, to help her find the laptop.

She dumped my basket of laundry, all my lingerie was on the floor. I'm sure it wasn't hiding in there. "This is what you wear, you really are a fucking sissy." She kicked it around, she was so unpleasant. I found her laptop not a moment too soon. It was right by the door in a shopping bag. I apologized just to get her to leave. She slammed the door and called me a couple of names I couldn't spell.

***

I had on another gray wrap dress and black stockings, I looked very professional. I had a nice thick belt around my waist and it gave my midsection perfect definition. I slipped into three-inch black chunky heels and grabbed my matching pocketbook.

First I went to the lawyers, legally my name wouldn't be changed for another couple of weeks but Susan gave me everything I needed. Even a form for my new driver's license. She changed all my credit cards and all my city and state items had my new name. She also said the money from the sale of the business was already in my bank account under my brand-new name. The name I gave myself when I was a teen.

"You are going to have to invest, or buy something big." Susan laughed, "We are going to need a tax write-off. Also, I checked your prenup and you don't even have to tell you know who."

"Ooh, I didn't even think of that."

"I will also have the divorce papers for you two to sign later this week. I could drop it off at the bar, we could have a drink."

"We could... or two" I hugged her and then said goodbye to everyone else, I was quite popular here. I told her when I got more settled, I would get everyone together for a thank-you lunch. I knew a great sushi restaurant.

Next, I went to the pharmacy and then to my Therapist's appointment, Dr. P. He was telling me, "The best thing you can do is work, and talk to people, get comfortable. I am not really worried about your transition, you have those two wonderful women to help you. I wish every transgender woman and man had two people like them, I hope you realize how lucky you are."

I smiled, I realized it. I thought about it every day.

I told him about my relationship with Ross and he seemed surprised. "Of course, it was completely set up by Misty and Chan."

"Well, that's okay then, if they are friends, it will be fine. I approve." He laughed and took my hand.

"I just feel a little embarrassed."

"Really about what?" He started to write on his pad.

"Ross and I have known each other for only a couple of weeks now, but I don't really know when to start having, um, sex. I feel way too nervous about it."

"Are you talking to Lillian about this?

"No, definitely not."

He started to think, he leaned back. "You know what? Introduce this new guy to Lillian and Chester, let them meet him. Let them see how you have changed and grown."

"Do I have to?"

"Ha, you are an adult you can do what you want, ha. I think you will have closure once these two worlds meet. Then all of you can move on. I also would like to see this Ross, I wouldn't mind meeting your two friends too."

I made tentative plans, all my friends at my doctor's visit, that should be fun. I will have to bring extra chairs.

***

My last stop was at the offices of Betsey Johnson, I was going to meet one of Pavani's friends.

"Hi, sit." She told me as I walked in, she was very tall and striking. I handed her a bottle of wine while I took in her outfit. Her dress was pretty amazing I would love to dress up for work like this every day. "I have eight tickets. Friday, opening night at the forum."

"Thank you so much, I can't wait." She handed me an envelope and then pulled something out of her desk.

She was looking at me, she seemed impressed somehow, "I love your dress, the color is perfect on you. I wish I could wear gray." I smiled as she stapled some things together and handed them to me. "We are having, well sort of a sale I guess, at one of our locations. It's Wednesday night, real quick from seven to about eight."

I looked at the papers she gave me, they were blank and had an address attached to them. "Ooh, I love your designs."

"You are going to love this, I just have the three tickets. But just go to that address and have fun, they are going to love you, you are gorgeous."

She then got a call. So I smiled, thanked her, and left. I couldn't wait to tell Chan and Misty.

***

"So, let me get the calendar." Misty seemed pretty surprised by my sudden socialness. "And you are making these plans to go out, I'm very proud of you."

"Me too, I'm proud too, I want credit!" Chan yelled from the back, she was working on one of her clients.

"I'm sorry it's so sudden, I'll understand if you are busy."

"We are getting unbusy for Betsey and fashion week." Misty laughed and wrote it in the book. "So Wednesday, a quick drink, and then we head downtown to the store, and Friday we get glammed up and prepared to be fawned over."

"I was going to order a limo, who else should we take? My therapist says I should take Lillian."

She stopped and looked at me, "Really? Well, that's an interesting development. We can discuss it when we go shopping if you want."

"I want to go shopping!" Chan was still yelling from the back studio. "Make sure I am part of this!"

Misty walked in to talk to her. "Of course, you are part of this... you are driving."

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Wednesday

The three of us did have a quick drink at the Hideaway, a surprise Girltime on a Wednesday. I made them finish off the keg of my Red IPA, Brian said it went very quickly and he was going to order some more. Then we headed to the Betsey Johnson outlet.

Misty was looking at the address on the ticket, then up at the storefront. "It looks closed, do you think it's the right place?"

I got out and checked, all the lights were off and the sign said it closed at 6:00 PM. "We must have missed it." Then the lights went on and the girls got out of the car. "Should we go in? Are we early?"

Chan was leaning on the window, a tall woman popped up right in front of her and beckoned us in. "Shit, she scared the crap out of me." We laughed as we headed inside.

The young girl introduced herself, "I'm Connie, here are your bags, find something you can't live without. Mwah!" She locked the door again, and then she was gone.

We walked around the store for quite a while, I found three complete outfits, and then on the wall, I saw the most perfect dress. It was a long gown, copper-colored with a split right up the left leg. I fell in love with it. Connie helped me take it down. I tried it on, I thought I would cry.

She was rubbing my shoulder, "See I knew you would find something you couldn't live without. Can I ask you something?" She now had her hand on her chin.

"Okay."

She then brought me further away from the two women. I had to look up at her she was very tall, she had a lot of hair, and she smelled incredible. "You are so beautiful, please don't be offended but, um, are you trans?"

It's crazy but no one had ever asked me that. Years ago I was shopping in a very tasteful dress, and a man asked 'if I was one of those queers.' But since then I felt I traveled under the radar. I feel if they knew, they didn't say anything. Generally, people were very nice to me.

"I am," I made a weird smile, I bit my lip.

"I hate you." She looked at my feet, "You have such little feet. I transitioned four years ago and I'm still a size twelve, what the heck, what's the rules?"

We started to laugh, I introduced myself. I told her I loved her hair and her perfume. She told me again she was jealous of my feet.

"You know, I have shoes that would go perfectly with that copper dress." Connie went into the back, behind the cash register, she sang, she made so much noise. She walked back with a pair of metallic, copper sandals, with a gorgeous four-inch heel and a thin ankle strap. It was perfect for me and this dress. They were just slightly big, maybe a size up, but I didn't care at all. I figured Misty and Chan would have some trick to keep them on me all night.

I took one more walk around the quiet store, check on the other women, I felt so content, that I went up to Connie to check out. She put the three dresses in the bag she gave me when we first came in. It had the designer's name and logo on the front, it was so nice. She then started giving me accessories, earrings, bangles, even a purse. She next gave me a clutch for the copper dress and one for another green one I had.

She then looked at me, squinting her eyes. I was wearing a short red dress, showing too much leg and cleavage. Misty and Chan were dressed similarly sexy. "I hate asking you this but what size shoe are you?"

'Eight and a half."

"I hate you even more but you... are going to love me." She then went into the back singing again, then came out with nine shoe boxes tied in two ropes.

She looked at Misty and Chan. "And your sizes ladies?" Misty was a seven and a half and Chan was a six. Connie came out with five pairs for Misty and only two for Chan. "Six is very popular." She laughed and handed us the shoes over the counter. "Unfortunately they don't carry shoes in my size." And she held up her sparkly pumps. "I always have to improvise."

I had out my wallet, ready to pay.

"Thank you, ladies, please come again. And have fun at the festivities." She laughed when I asked how much I had to give her. "Ha, that's okay, these are last year's dresses, we are getting ready for the new ones. Just make sure you wear one to the fashion show." And she gave us more tickets. We said goodbye and I invited her to come for dinner and drinks at the Hideaway.

I walked to the door with the two women and then I walked back to the counter. I hugged Connie. "Thank you for being so beautiful." She smiled, and her eyes became slightly misty.

We went and put all of our items in the trunk, we were more than excited. I couldn't wait to reorganize my closet. I couldn't believe the night was another ten.

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The End of Episode 4 (Stay tuned for Episode 5...)

Girltime at the Hideaway (Episode 5)
by Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hmmm, we are ending this episode with a plan, an idea, a little sexual interlude, oh and some music, of course. Something crazy, fun, and feasible, ha... I hope You like it... and thank you for joining me at the end of the bar for some much-needed Girltime...

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Episode 5

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Thursday

I was so busy at the Hideaway today, I barely got to see Ross. He was getting a party set up for lunchtime and he was quite busy himself.

I was watching him walk from his office to the kitchen to the tables with the decorations. I had this nagging feeling that I wasn't being such a great girlfriend. I wanted to be the best, I didn't realize it would be this hard.

Since my sabbatical started, and the selling of my business, life had gotten so busy. I was either at the lawyer, the therapist, the doctor, or even the Hideaway, next week I would start my job at the Gallery and be even busier. I feel like I wasn't giving Ross enough attention. Things were going to change tonight.

When I was in high school I had another girl living inside my head. She did the things I was too nervous to do. She was the bad girl, her name was Giselle. She was way sexier and way more adventurous than Sabrina. She was the one who got all dressed up to drive and flirt with men on the streets and parkways. She was the one with the tough Brooklyn accent who made the phone calls asking crazy questions about designs and sizes and colors to the local stores. She was the one who kissed a boy first, actually, she kissed three. I didn't get to be with a man until I met Ross, I was such a lightweight compared to her. I always wondered where was she when I met Lillian, and why she let me get involved with her. She was also the one I assumed the men would love and want more. Personally, she made me a little nervous, I couldn't believe she was a part of me.

I was going to introduce her to Ross. I talked to Misty over the last weekend and made plans, she thought I was completely insane but she and Chan were totally into it. Misty even found me an outfit, I just had to bring my Mary Janes and lingerie to the salon.

After work on Thursday, I headed to the salon. The women put me in pigtails. They had to add them because I wanted them to clip off easily. They also gave me bangs, they attached right to my own hair. I now had a fringe just lightly brushing my long lashes. I looked very cute. My make-up was all pink. Even pink lip gloss, which I never wore. My cheeks were rosy and my eyes looked softer in a slight brownish makeup, younger-looking than my regular long lashes and dark shadow.

I had on a little white bra to push up my breasts and little white frilly panties. Chan pulled me into a white corset giving me a wonderfully thin waist. I then put on white opaque thigh-highs with a garter on top. I slipped on the Catholic schoolgirl uniform. The skirt was short. pleated, blue, and plaid, with a crisp short-sleeved white shirt, with cap sleeves. I slipped on the two-inch Mary Jane's and little feminine eyeglasses. I was completely sexy. I gave the two women air kisses as they laughed and shook their heads.

"You better not go and get yourself pregnant," Chan yelled, as I snuck out the back door. I went back in and stuck my tongue out at them.

I was over-excited, I was hyperventilating in my Jeep looking in the rearview mirror. I was nervous, so I closed my eyes. Slowly I opened them and then smiled my glossy evil pink smile, Giselle was back. I wanted her to give head to my new boyfriend tonight. If she could only keep her eyes on the road and off the men she was passing. She was such a flirt.

I already called Ross and told him I was making him dinner at my house. I had everything planned, the meal, my outfits, and all the special effects.

***

When I was younger I didn't know what type of 'woman' I wanted to become. Did I want to be wild and sexy or nice and demure? Did I even have a choice? Demure seemed to be more my speed anyway so I brought forth Sabrina, the kinda cool, kinda funny, kinda self-deprecating one. It turned out, that was the genuine me anyway, I didn't have to work at it. Giselle, I slightly hid away, she was sexy, street smart, and ready for anyone.

Anything.

I used to use dark purple lipstick, lip liner, and gloss when I was being her, that's what got me in the zone. When I was young she used to get me into so much trouble. She got caught shoplifting twice and when she was sixteen she got caught drinking alcohol, amongst other things. Ha, I still blame her for every wild thing I ever attempted as a young 'female.'

I had my head in the house and my ass in the little skirt hanging out of the door. "Lillian!" I called just in case. Her car was parked out front but she must have gone with Chester. She told me she was going out to the Roadhouse again anyway, but of course, I didn't believe her, being Giselle I didn't believe anybody.

I set up my laptop, getting it ready for later. I put my lasagne in the oven and then put on some music. I found a new pop playlist a girl who looked similar to Giselle put online, perfect for my new look. I was waiting at the door when I saw Ross's car pull up. I wanted Ross to visit me and see my artwork and books, we were always at his house. He had been here twice before and once, only outside the front door. I also wanted to show him how well I cooked and cleaned, and how wonderful I would be as a housewife.

But first, he had to meet Giselle.

*

I shook my head, I blew out some air. I was ready. I opened the door before he had a chance to knock. I was chewing Juicy Fruit, and wearing my black-rimmed glasses low on my nose as I opened the door. Glancing at him over the glasses and under my fringe, "Hey." He stopped and looked at me. He was gorgeous in his turtleneck and sports coat. He backed up, he checked the address, I think he was making sure he was at the right house.

I was bouncing, I had a hand on my hip, and the other playing with my pigtail. "Come on in, I been waitin' for ya," I said in my perfect Brooklyn accent.

"Hi. Um, is Sabrina home?"

"Soon." I took the bottle of wine from his hands and I turned around and walked into the house. He didn't move. I looked back, "Are ya comin' or what?" As Giselle, I had an edge. I left the door open, I was hoping he was checking out my teenage-looking legs and butt. We headed to my room on the side of the house. He gave me his jacket and I told him to sit. I threw his jacket on the couch.

He squatted down into the recliner while I stood a foot in front of him, still chewing. I wanted him to see my stockings and heels now, and I checked my nails. I started to fix my thigh highs while he watched. Giselle was such a flirt. The smell of fruit punch swirled around me from my gum.

"Is Sabrina here, is she coming home soon?"

"Maybe, she tol' me to keep ya occupied. Wanna beer?"

"Sure."

I handed him a six-pack of warm Budweiser cans, that I hid behind one of the lamps. It landed in his lap. He smiled and pulled one out of the plastic rings. I grabbed it and opened it for him. I had extra long black pointy nails. They were going to be easy to take off later. The warm beer started to foam and overflow onto the floor so I put my pink lips to the opening. He watched as I sucked.

I gave him the beer, "Here dat." I picked up the five other beers and plopped into his lap. I still didn't think he recognized me. I watched him over my little glasses. "So Miss L. says you're alright and I should be nicer to you than I am to anyone else."

"She said that?"

"Mmm, how nice should I be?" I smiled and grabbed his shoulder. "Do you want some gum?"

He seemed a little confused, I liked how he was acting. "Umm, okay." I took it out of my mouth and put it in his, now he would smell like fruit punch too. He smiled, he chewed, I think he was starting to guess it was me.

I put my pigtails in his face and then I went down on my knees and leaned on his thigh, I took the five beers with me. I smiled up at him over my glasses. I was ready to take him into my mouth. He took a big slug of the warm beer, he looked a little nervous. I took the can from him and did the same, watching him, watch me. I handed him the can back, spilling some on his pants.

"Oops." I moved higher up on my knees and started to rub his legs, I slid my hands up under his shirt. I started to rub his nipples. "You're kinda old, ya know." I smiled, "But I kinda like older guys."

"Do you?"

"Mmm."

He started to nervously laugh as I was making my way toward his crotch. My long nails were dancing on his thighs tickling his bulge, my long black nails. I could tell he was tense, especially after I took his zipper and brought it halfway down, I unsnapped his pants. I looked up at him, I licked my pink lips.

I heard a truck outside. I froze, I looked into his eyes again. I started to stand up, fixing my skirt. I was trying to spy out of the window. I heard the front door open.

"Shit." Unfortunately, Giselle was gone.

"Sabrina whose car is in the driveway?" Lillian was standing by the door as it swung more open from the wind. I walked into the hall. Ross didn't move.

"It's Ross's car."

She was looking at me, then Chester walked in. They both stared at me in my schoolgirl uniform, their heads shaking. My breasts were so pushed up, I felt them both looking at my pronounced cleavage.

Lillian moved closer, she had a smirk on her face. "Why are you dressed up like a cheerleader?" Chester started to snicker as I heard Ross getting up from the recliner and heading closer to the open door behind me. I saw them both look behind me toward him.

"Oh, hi." He said.

"This is Ross," I smiled, trying to stay composed. They were silent looking at my legs and at Ross, his pants were unbuttoned. I was nervous, I got caught. I got caught playing with a man. I was afraid I was going to ramble and get sent to my room alone, to think about what I had done. I had to break the silence, it was killing me. "Um, we were wondering if you wanted to go to a fashion week party with us tomorrow?"

Lillian was still quiet, this was the longest she had ever gone without talking. "Go where?"

"Tomorrow, the forum..."

She shook her head, "I can't take you seriously, looking like fucking Britney Spears," Chester chuckled some more. "Just text me the details, and we'll go, we're not doin' anything." She then started laughing, she grabbed something off the couch in the living room and gave me one more look as she swept by. I hadn't moved, I wouldn't dare. She shook her head, "You are so fucking ridiculous, the two of you. When are you gonna grow up?" She slammed the door, I didn't move until I heard the truck pull away. I think I peed a little in my panties.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and shook my head, I had my hands on my face. Ross came up behind me and kissed my neck, he was still chewing gum. He rubbed my shoulders, "Giselle? I thought Sabrina told you to be nice to me."

I smiled to myself then I turned around to look at him. I lowered my glasses and kissed him, a wet one, a kiss an eighteen-year-old girl would give him. Lotsa tongue. I put my arms around his neck, his hands went down to my ass, they went under my skirt, feeling my frilly panties. I led him back to the chair.

"I'm sorry 'bout that, Mister. Miss L. tol' me we were gonna be alone. Talkin' to more adults is extra." I got back on my knees, I brought down his zipper all the way, I pulled down his pants. I reached and felt his cock inside his briefs.

"Nice shorts, did your mother buy them for ya?"

"Um, ah no."

I rubbed and played while he had his confused smile back, he was enjoying himself. I then pulled down his briefs, it wasn't easy. I threw them over to where his coat lay watching us. I then kneeled between his legs, while he kept them close together. I forgot all about the visit from Lillian.

Ross was so hard as I kissed the side of his cock. I pushed it against my lips, I smelled his male musk. He then let out a moan as I took him into my mouth, he slid through my lips. I felt myself get wet inside my white panties. Ross then started to play with my pigtails, as I moved up and down on his dick. I sucked a little harder, I moved around a little more. Giselle could never sit still. He started moving and pushing himself down my throat, I let him buck a little hard as I gripped him tight in my lips.

I let him slip out, he looked at me. I had to fix my glasses. "The boys at school usually cum by now." I smiled then started licking him, from the bottom to the top, I tickled his thighs, then kissed them. I pushed my chin and cheeks against his cock, he started moaning. I started licking again, I was licking his balls and then thighs again, 'Giselle' was having a wonderful time.

"Ahh, god that feels so good, S.., um, Giselle I am loving this. You are incredible."

It made me smile that he was talking to me like the high school girl I could become. I started to lick and suck some more. I now loved having a hard cock in my mouth, I loved playing with a man, why did I wait so long. Just feeling his legs against me was turning me on, my breasts pushing down on the chair between his thighs, my face buried in his crotch.

I completely went down on him, his cock buried deep down my throat. I kept him inside me and sucked, I swirled my tongue on the head. I looked up, I wanted him to watch me as his cock made its way slowly out of my mouth with a plop. "I hope my boyfriend doesn't find out about this, he's quite jealous."

Ross's smile got even bigger, he was enjoying himself. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Ha, I got a couple." I went back to his manhood and started to pump. My long black nails looked incredible around his hard manhood. "If ya see them tell 'im you are a friend of the family. They'll leave ya alone. Unless you don't want them to." I started playing with him much faster as he watched. My both hands pumping him.

He started to yell. "Oh, fuck, oh my god..." He started to cum, I caught it all in my mouth. I let him take over and pump his cock, depositing his sperm directly onto my tongue. I was quite happy receiving his sperm directly into my mouth. I licked him clean again. I swallowed every bit he shot out. I then sucked his cock some more, relishing the smoothness and hardness even after he had cum. I played with myself as I kissed his cock, his thighs, and then his belly. I felt my long nails on my crotch and I pushed and played with myself until I came. I took a deep breath and gave a little giggle, Giselle was having way too much fun. She didn't rate things so we would never really know how much fun she had.

I crawled over to the couch. Finally, I found his briefs. I stood in front of him and watched him put them on, pull them up, and fix his now-softening manhood. I then fixed my disheveled skirt, stockings, and I kissed his nose.

"You were okay, ya know."

I then went and sneakily pressed a button on my laptop, then I picked up the remote, and skipped to the next song in the playlist.

"This is my favorite song." Pointing to the ceiling, pointing to where I thought the music was coming from. I scrunched up my face.

'Hmmm, is it?"

"Ha," I giggled, "It is. Well, how was that Mister, did you like it?"

"I did, you must be one popular schoolgirl."

I smiled, then kissed his cheek. "You have no idea." I sat back into his lap, he was still quite hard. We kissed, and somehow I got my Juicy Fruit back, and it was my turn to chew. I opened another beer and we drank it together. I moved my body against him as I played with his hair.

We heard the sound of the garage door. We froze. We heard a car, it shut off, we heard a door. "Is that Lillian again?" He asked.

"I hope not, she's such a bitch, lately."

I stood up, we heard someone outside the door, I had speakers all over the house. "Ross! Giselle, are you here?" We heard Sabrina, well Sabrina's voice playing through my speakers. I had set up a whole program, a whole macro of sounds and it was working perfectly. Ross was stiff as a board.

"Um," He looked at me a little confused.

"We're in here Miss L.!" I called.

"Okay, I'm gonna get changed. Giselle, do you want to stay for dinner?"

I turned to look at Ross. "No thank you, I already ate. Plus your boyfriend is done wit' me."

"Okay." And we heard her shuffle off.

I then bent down and kissed him on the lips. We made out together as we heard 'Sabrina' moving through the house. "I betta go." I pulled him up off the recliner and he gave me a hug and another kiss, I molded into his body.

I went to the door and gave him a nice girly wave. He smiled and waved back. I closed the inside door, opened and closed the front door, and ran into the bathroom to change.

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Seven minutes later I opened the door to my side room, the pop music was still playing. I walked in putting my hands on my hips. I had on a denim dress, white and blue, and very distressed. It was sleeveless, the front went right up to my neck, the hem right below my panties showing off my nude pantyhose. The dress was so tight and with the corset still on my body looked quite feminine. I had on five-inch platform nude pumps. I had a thick gold chain around my neck which Chan gave me, it matched my big thick gold hoops. I put on a little bit of darker mascara and painted my lips a dark red. I took off the plastic black nails, revealing the slightly shorter red ones underneath. My hair was easy, I took off the clips to the pigtails and the fall of my bangs and then just brushed my hair, parting it on the side. Last I put on my perfume and brushed my teeth, no more Juicy Fruit.

"Hi baby, did you miss me?"

Ross was smiling, I was glad he had a confused look on his face. He grabbed me around the waist when I got closer, he kissed my belly. He stood up and we kissed. I kissed him slowly, our tongues mixed, I put my arms around his neck and rubbed my body against him. I was a 'woman' now not a teenage girl. I had my lips on his cheeks, my hands in his hair.

We pulled apart, he had a weird smile on his face. "You... are crazy."

"Me, why? You didn't like Giselle? Was she mean to you? I told her to be nice, where is my phone?" And I made believe I was looking for it.

"No, no, she was great, no, please come back here." He grabbed me again, pulling me to him, and we kissed some more. I was thinking how much I liked this, how much of a flirt I was becoming and Ross seemed to be fine with it. I didn't want to tell him, knowing he was a phone call away I was always horny, always just a little on edge and I had never been like that before.

I then changed the music, something to put us in the mood again.

'I don't know what it is that makes me love you so
I only know I never want to let you go'

"You will like this music so much better," I told him. I walked back over and fixed his hair, wiped the pink lipstick off of his cheek, and shook my head. I noticed the Budweiser cans next to the chair. "You let her drink." I pointed, "She's only eighteen. You are a very bad influence." I stifled a smile and grabbed the bottle of wine. "Come on let's sit in the kitchen, I'm a little disappointed in you, I hope you didn't tease her. She is probably not used to being so close to an older handsome man."

I heard him stifle a laugh as I dragged him by his hand.

He sat down at the kitchen table, he couldn't get the sly grin off of his face. I rubbed his shoulders, feeling how hard and strong he was. I loved having a man to play with, to hang with me, to talk to. When I was home I spent most of my time here in the kitchen. It was one place Lillian and Chester avoided. They usually ate out or called for deliveries. Other times they made me cook for them, no matter how late it was, and then they sat in the living room in front of the TV watching reality shows. They would bark orders, they always treated me like 'the help,' but I still felt comfortable here. I was surrounded by all my pots and dishes and wine glasses.

"You must be hungry." I kissed his cheek and sat down. We had cheese and fruit, a bottle of red wine, and dinner. I gave him a tour of the house. I showed him my artwork, my paintings, my pictures. I brought him back into the side room, in front of my new Dillon painting. It made me feel so warm, so comfortable. I put my hands on his shoulder as he drew his arm around me. I leaned into his body, he could never imagine how happy he made me. We kissed, we had coffee, we shared the cookies I made. Sneakily I pressed my laptop.

We heard a knock at the front door, we heard the door open. I looked at Ross, he braced himself for another visit from Lillian.

"Hey Miss L. I forgot my books." We heard 'Giselle.'

"Okay." I smiled at Ross and sat in his lap.

"I found it." We heard her call, her little New York voice.

It was my turn. I called Giselle. "Lock up when you go. Thanks again for keeping Ross busy!" The door closed. I made the music louder, we were alone.

'Cause you started something, oh, can't you see?'
'That ever since we met you've had a hold on me
It happens to be true, I only want to be with you'

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The End (For Now... More to come...)

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